“And what makes you think I can’t date from a distance?” I challenged her.
Damon’s cold voice echoed in the room, questioning the media about invading our privacy.
“How do you know I was here, Mrs. Priscilla?” I could see her losing her composure, confused and unable to respond.
Damon’s phone rang, and he quickly said, “Contact the media management. All these workers should be fired.”
I felt goosebumps as I realized this guy was no ordinary person; he had the power to fire a whole media team. With no time to think, I quickly dressed and bolted from the room.
As soon as I entered the gray mansion my father seethed with anger as he focused on the television. The screen showed me wrapped in a blanket, the caption reading:
"THE DAUGHTER OF JOHN GRAY CAUGHT IN A MAN'S BED - who she claimed to be his fiancée." I felt a rush of panic as I entered the room, knowing the storm that awaited me.
"You… you dare to ruin our family reputation? I have lost their collaboration just after this scandal!" he shouted, slamming his hand on the table.
I crossed my arms, standing my ground. "Why don't you ask your wife and daughter what they were doing in the room?"